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“No hard feelings. I was trying to find out who hurt my woman. I also didn’t want you hitting her with that.” I point to the Taser.
“It’s okay, sir,” they both say and move back to their posts.
“Your woman.” Beatrice sighs, and I smile at her as I put my hand against Lennon’s back and lead her around the corner. She moves down the hall past the elevators to a large area that is like a family room and is full of people. She passes through it and heads toward a door at the back. She opens it and directs me inside. Women and children are all around and watching us.
When she closes the door, she moves to the desk, and I grab her arm, careful that I don’t hurt her. I swing her around and press her back to the door.
“Where have you been,kukla? And who did this?” I drag my finger down her cheek gently. She cringes and presses her head into the door.
“No one. I was clumsy.” She gives the lie all battered women do, and I know it’s not normal for her to say it because of how she said it.
“Lennon,” I say her name as I step back. I’m angry and don’t want this to end up in a punishment for her. I need to find out what’s going on so I can protect her.
“Dmitri—”
“Dima.” I interrupt her.
“What?” She shakes her head as she steps away from me, putting space between us.
“You call me Dima. Only my family calls me that, and you are more important than them.”
“Wait. Stop.” She holds up her hands, and I move toward her again. This time when I pull her in tight, I wrap my arms around her so she can’t get away from me.
“Dima. Say it,kukla,” I order her.
The dreamy look and sigh give away her need for me to take control. “Dima,” she says, and I drop my head to take her lips in a soft kiss.
“Tell me,” I beg her. “Let me protect you.”
“Stop. Red.” She shakes her head back and forth fast and pulls away from me. “You can’t just come in here and kiss me.”
“The hell you say. You are mine and I am yours.” I move toward her, but this time she puts the desk between us. I look down at it and then up to her, raising my brow. She and I both know it won’t stop me.
“Dmitri, you can’t—”
“Dima. I’m only going to say it one more time and then I’ll punish you.”
She waves a hand between us. “Okay, that right there. We have nothing in common. It was a fun night, but I don’t want to play with you. And I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost.” She pauses, and I watch her eyes move up and to the right as she thinks of a lie or something else to say. “D—Um.” She pauses again, and I’m about to stop her when she continues. “My father doesn’t want us to see each other. My life is in upheaval right now.” She takes a deep breath and falls back into the chair. “I can’t do this. I deserve it.” She bites her lip. “Ly’s right, I don’t want regrets,” she says softly like she’s not speaking to me. “Okay, how about we date?” She looks back up at me like she came up with a master plan.
Fuck this.
I move around the desk and lift her right out of the chair. I drop her ass on the desktop. The cream-colored slacks she’s wearing and silky long-sleeved top that is open to her cleavage is sexy as fuck. I want to rip the shirt from her body and fuck her hard.
“I’ll date you just so your father gets over his shit.” I tilt her face up to look at me. “What is going on with your life? Why is your condo for sale?” Her eyes move around before they focus on me again.
“The condo is my father’s, and he wants to sell it. I don’t need it. I have a place here. As a dating couple, I don’t need to tell you everything.” She smirks at me, and I lean down and nip her bottom lip. She moans and opens for me. I slide my tongue into her mouth and take the kiss deeper as I pull her into my body close. I mold us together.
When I pull back, she opens her eyes, and I see the dilation of her pupils and she’s panting.
“Did your father do this to your face?” I ask, hoping she’s distracted. Her pupils narrow down and her jaw locks, but she doesn’t say anything else. It’s all I need to know. I’ll be paying him a visit later.
“Dmitri,” she starts, and I step back and yank her off the desk. I flip her around and bend her down over the glass surface. I smack her ass, and as she starts to protest, I reach around and undo her pants, yanking them down until they fall to the floor. I lie over her body and nibble on her ear.
“I told you what you are to call me. So, it will change. You will call me Master or Dima. You understand,kukla?” I lean back and smack her bare ass cheek. She bites her lip to keep her cries quiet so others can’t hear her.
“Yes, Master Dima,” she says both on a sigh, and I slide a finger between her folds. She’s wet for me already.
I reach between us again and release my belt. I yank my pants open and pull my cock from my boxers. I line up with her sweet, wet cunt and take a breath before I slowly breach her body.
